Father what have I done
So carelessly happiness slipped away, while hunting for recognition
A path paved with mistakes I’ve done
Among the withered stars taking his place
Among the withered stars marking his vanity with light
Mother what have I done
So ruthlessly deprived
I am I am, what?
I am I am, what?
I am I am, what?
From true emotions, against competition
Slipped away, a decision so lightly taken
Among the withered stars taking his place
Among the withered stars marking his vanity with light
